A Hunger Like No Other (Immortals After Dark, #1)

by Kresley Cole

Her scent is gone. His eyes go wet, and he shudders violently at the loss. An anguished roar makes the city tremble.

Aunt Regin. The world’s most immature immortal, who looked like a siren and behaved like a frat pledge.

“Never run from one such as me, female.” Her attacker didn’t sound human. “You will no’ get away. And we like it.” His voice was guttural like a beast’s, yet his accent was . . . Scottish?

“The next man I take into my bed will accept me for what I am and won’t look at me with disgust for the way I’m forced to survive. I want a man who goes out of his way to make me comfortable instead of the opposite. Which means you’ve disqualified yourself from the competition from night one.”

Red of tooth and claw? I’m your girl. . . .

“I know. I can live with that if you can.” “Great. Not only do you seem to have gotten past your prejudice with me, now you’re accepting that I don’t accept you. Are you trying to make me feel like an ass?”

He needed to learn that in the last seven days, she’d become a creature with which one did not fuck.